Diamonds Are the Moon's Best Friend

Sunrise was coming quickly
Marching its way across the grey surface
I wasn't paying much attention to it
As I was pretty busy

Moving boxes of course

Once upon a time
The term "Astronaut" transcended the real job assignments
Adding poetic romance to any position in space proper

Your job cleaning the toilets on an orbital platform?
Fuck it, you're really an Astronaut, baby!
Rockstar status bestowed
You could now cruise in your Corvette with pride

But I digress

The fucking cargo-bot is still broken
Two months and counting, now
So I'm the cargo-bot for the time being

Supply shuttle comes in
Shit needs to be offloaded
Shit needs to be loaded

Then I get to do my real job
Of turning the shuttle for relaunch
Back to Earth orbit

Repeat as necessary

Suddenly a shiny pebble "tink!"s my faceplate

Dammit, sunrise is here
Which means all the diamonds near the surface get pushed up and out
By the light steam pressure exerted by the abruptly melted ice crystals in the Lunar soil

I drop my sunvisor and try to work more quickly
So as to reduce my time out amongst the tiny flying pebbles
Bursting forth from the ground
In a tiny shower of crushed soil
Arcing upwards about ten to fifteen meters
Before coming back to rest on the surface

Certainly one of the most annoying things about working here on the Moon, really

Janet

I can't always see her
But I always know she is there

I've come to call her Janet

With a light crunch of gravel
While strolling on a moonless night
Closer than seems comfortable
Ceasing before I can illuminate a light

That car that drives by
Just a little too slowly
Windows gangster tinted
Just a little too dark to see

A presence hovering up above
When no one else is around
Gone when I abruptly look up
Without aerial disturbance or sound

Under my bed in the dust
Is the only place I've seen evidence
Upon lifting the dust ruffle to peer beneath
A clear bodily outline is defined

Showing Janet is always near